Family Game Night
In our youth, my sister tried very hard to have us support each other as a family and to be there for one another, that however was shot down by all of the family. One instance was my sister wanted us to have a family game night to which we all refused time and time again. It is so disheartening to look back at what my sister was trying to do despite all that had been done to us. They fucking tortured us yet my sister still tried to be a shining light.
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Searching for the Answer
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of stories involving childhood abuse and trauma through a first-person impactful perspective mostly chronological. It is my story and is not fabricated in any way. I am posting just to get feedback thank you.
